Grad school

is a kick in my ass. 8-6 schedule everyday, alternating daily between internship and classes. in the midst of it all: pages upon pages of reading, my newly rediscovered dependency on coffee, any hope for sleep is gone, socializing with and getting to know my cohort because i am, after all, going to get very intimate with them over the next two years.

I was reflecting upon what I was thinking earlier, before any of this madness started:
“It will be nice to be busy again.”

I take that back. Is there such as thing as being too busy? Then that’ll just make me a complainer. So I take that back too.

They were not kidding, though, when they say it’s tough and that I won’t have time for anything else. I’LL MAKE TIME!

All complaints from the complainer aside, it’s great. Grad school is great. To be in the academic environment again, to be able to surround myself with new (and diverse) people, to have a routine — it’s refreshing.